Whether Time gets snowed right in,
or whether snow times out,
crisply carving hourglass sands
leave shadows of a doubt.
.
As clock-chimes cast aspersions
where Time is running thin,
moments freeze on crystal shores
where memories have been.
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Christmas Rolls Around Again
The Sands of Time, as snowflakes sifting,
fall through fingers empty, cold;
minutes pass as smoke-clouds drifting,
clutching tight just makes them bold.
Year grows old, on shaky legs
he makes his rounds down Memory Lane;
seconds tick to final dregs
as Christmas rolls around again.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 